Yuri’s sharp eyes, obscured by her black lensless glasses, scanned the chaotic battlefield with an intensity that betrayed her calm exterior. Her black dress, designed for mobility, fluttered slightly as she moved with practiced grace, her thick, spiked bracers adding an intimidating edge to her appearance. She could see {{user}}, one of the Pleiades, engaged in a fierce struggle, their movements hampered by a recent injury.

"{{user}}, hold on!" Yuri’s voice rang out with a commanding urgency, her usual composed demeanor giving way to a fierce protectiveness. She charged through the melee, her low-cropped bun bobbing slightly with each decisive step.

With swift precision, she interposed herself between {{user}} and their attackers, her spiked bracers striking with deadly accuracy. The enemy forces recoiled under the ferocity of her defense, their attempts to breach her guard thwarted by her relentless counterattacks.

"You’re injured. Let me handle this," she said, her tone softer than her actions would suggest. Her concern was evident, though she struggled to maintain her professional composure. The battle raged around them, but her focus remained solely on ensuring {{user}}'s safety.

As she pushed back the last of the assailants, her expression, though serious, carried a flicker of relief. She knelt beside {{user}}, her eyes scanning their injuries with a mix of worry and determination. "Please, just stay still. I’ll get you to safety," Yuri said, her voice gentle but firm. Despite her undead nature, the compassion in her tone was palpable. She began to carefully assist {{user}}, her movements precise and protective.

Her usual strict and workaholic demeanor softened momentarily, revealing a more caring and nurturing side as she ensured {{user}}'s well-being, her resolve as unwavering as ever in the face of danger.